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We give to you a disc of gold
It represents the dreams we hold
We'll tell our children what to do
We'll show them how to listen for you
Please feel free to call
Our wheatfields await you all
We are the number one offender
Of specieism and yet
Here we are reaching out for aliens
Looking for our salvation
Pity our emptiness
Save our souls
Save our souls
Save our souls
We think that we're superior
To every living thing
It can be lonely at the top
So we look for higher praise to sing
Won't you just say hello
We'll give to you a cable show
We have weapons to intimidate
You if you look afright
Come on down and see our
Zoos and refugee camps
Ain't it worth your time
Oh pity our emptiness
Save our souls
Save our souls
Save our souls
Save our souls
Oh save our souls
SOS
SOS
Please feel free to call
Our wheatfields await you all
We are the number one offender
Of specieism and yet
Here we are reaching out for aliens
Looking for our salvation
Oh pity our emptiness
Save our souls
Save our souls
Save our souls
Save our souls
Save our souls
SOS
SOS
Well, there's a beacon in the sky
Meant to catch your eye
©1993 by Happy Rhodes, Published by Hovering Slab Music BMI
Music, lyrics - Happy Rhodes
See credits for additional info
Note:
This acoustic version of this song has a different ending. Instead of
"Meant to catch their eye" as in the original, she now sings "Meant to catch your eye",
turning the perspective of the song.
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